Jane hates cupcakes so I sent her a picture of it. Part because I miss her, and part to make her feel more alone in the world. While I was wrapping up the text, I look up to see this blonde little angel running toward me, beaming from ear to ear, and looking me right in the eye. He never broke stride, opened his arms, and gave my legs a giant hug. Your guess is as good as mine. His mom was trying to restrain him and I noticed she was deaf. My ASL is a little rusty, and I couldn't immediately recall how to say "I would rather cling to the legs of a sweaty stranger than be chained to a backpack leash too," so instead I just clutched at my heart and smiled at her and probably let the hug go on for too long. I took this picture of him after he turned away and before he escaped from the leash again to go eat those rocks in the corner.
I didn't stop thinking about Georgetown all day. Saturday shoppers, overeaters, and aggressively affectionate toddlers? I think I'm falling in love with you. And I can't be certain, but I have a feeling it's got something to do with the cupcakes.